Fine morning. I went to Boston. Occupied when there in my own affairs and those of my father. Made some Collections and on the whole put the Accounts of the Quarter upon a tolerable footing. Called a few moments upon Mr. Brooks. My time was thus fully taken up. I returned to Quincy.
Afternoon, finished Seneca’s book of Consolation to Marcia. I do not like it as well as the others. The topics of Consolation are few and simple. They require less art than almost any writing. Any thing formal becomes Parade. Passed an hour upon the Papers of my Grandfather. Elizabeth C. Adams dined and Mrs. Adams and Miss Smith took tea with us. I passed an hour at Mr. Beale’s. The child seemed a little better today.